Two years after Prince Heiko witnessed the death of his father during the 91st Battle of Tyton, and subsequently, the defeat of his kingdom, he was sent to the gates of the victor, armed with nothing but empty words and a command from his elder brother to form a treaty of peace. 

Two years after General Celestino Adesso released the arrow that felled the great king of Simo, he is presented with the youngest of his sons. Though barely a man at seventeen summers, the prince was far from wet behind the ears. In fact, his tactful yet brazen form of statecraft vaulted him far beyond his years. Coupled with his draconian mannerisms, and a knack for callous pleasure, it was only a matter of time before Celestino caught a whiff of something sinister. 

But Prince Heiko was no fool. He was betting heavily on that sharp nose. He wanted a sense of dubiety to gnaw at the general. He needed to create mistrust in his elder brother in order to build credence in himself. Because he knew of Celestino Adesso, and of the illustrious king he served. He knew they wouldn't trust him over his elder brother any more than they would trust a raincloud to bring sun. He knew that to those men, he wasn't honorable, and because of that, he was forced to play the games he was known for. The ones that conspired in the dead of night, the ones that spoke no words but shifted kingdoms. The ones that could obtain the allegiance of General Celestino. Little did the young prince know, however, allegiance was not all he would obtain. But no matter how much Heiko wanted to offer the man what he desired, he could not - not while bound to the gods. 

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“We must’ve hit one hundred paces by now.” Cele might as well have begged it, before barreling into Heiko. 


“Shit,” the prince bit as he staggered forward, gripping Cele’s hand instinctually to anchor himself. 


He was significantly lighter than the general presumed, and easy to right. It caused a barrage of thoughts to pelt at Cele - none of them innocent, nor platonic. 


When Heiko's fingers began to slip from his grasp, habit made him squeeze his hand - hold on tighter. And then he came to his senses, releasing the prince, he curtly pulled his hand close to his own body, defensive. 


“We’re here.” His words were brisk. 


Cele was silent for a moment, annoyed by his own stupidity. What was he doing? The last thing he needed Heiko to think was that he had some sort of desire towards him. That certainly wasn't the case. A fatuous notion. 


Still, he needed to break the silence. 


Heiko snorted. “Just sit down, general.” 


Temperate Penumbras - Part 15